I remember my childhood names for grasses and secret flowers. I remember where a toad may live and what time the birds awaken in the summer -- and what trees and seasons smelled like -- how people looked and walked and smelled even. The memory of odors is very rich.

jis samay ka picha kar raha tha 
us kal se aage nikal chuka hai tu
par kambakht bita hua kaal
tera picha nahi chorta

All languages spoken under the Sun can be written, except the so-called Christian Tongues.

Men dream more about coming home than about leaving.

Written By Paulo Coelho

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